Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9819 | 2020-04-25 22:42:23 | 73.02 | 99% |
| 9154 | 2020-02-02 01:58:42 | 77.00 | 99% |
| 8184 | 2019-10-28 01:21:16 | 75.24 | 98% |